Super Cultivation Abandoned Young Master

"Why did my clothes become like this?" She bit her lip and looked at Su Bai, her big eyes full of shame and anger.

Su Bai didn't mean to avoid it at all, and said with a smile, "I helped you heal your wounds and detoxify them, so you don't have to thank me!"

"Thank you, you big-headed devil!"

Xia Qianyu wrinkled her nose and snorted coldly, hugging her shoulders while quietly looking at Su Bai.

Su Bai was amused in his heart, but he kept his eyes on his nose and his heart, pretending as if he didn't see anything. He handed over his coat and said with a smile, "Put on your clothes first."

Xia Qianyu snorted, took the clothes and put them on her body. Her big eyes rolled around. When she saw that Su Bai was motionless, she suddenly showed a hint of cunning. Without any warning, she hugged Su Bai's arm and coldly snorted, "I don't care." , I have been seen through by you now, you have to take responsibility!"

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Su Bai was stunned and suddenly had a wry smile on his face. This girl's thinking was really fast!

Before he could make a move, he saw the cell phone in his pocket suddenly ringing.

When he opened it, Su Bai's face suddenly turned cold and stern.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Qianyu asked subconsciously.

"Something happened to the Xue family!"

"I will go with you!"

Su Bai nodded, pulled Xia Qianyu, and instantly turned into an afterimage and disappeared from the place.

Although the poison on Xia Qianyu's body was gone, Su Bai did not dare to leave her here alone.

at the same time.

Outside the Xue family villa.

Two figures shrouded in black robes were currently surrounded by a group of men in black.

These two people were the same two people who had previously monitored the Xue family villa.

At this time, the short-haired young man looked at the corpses on the ground with stern eyes, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water.

"Damn it, this old ghost of the Xue family was actually prepared for it."

"What do Black Fox and the others do for a living? The old ghost Xue who was monitoring us is actually a fake! He's such a loser. He's just dead, and he's putting us in danger!"

The long-haired young man is gloomy

There was a hint of sneer on his face, and he said lightly, "Danger? Are you afraid of just these small fish and shrimps?"

"Afraid?" The short-haired young man snorted coldly and said bravely, "They are just a few warriors who have just entered the inner circle. I, Meng Sanhui, are afraid of them?"

The long-haired young man sneered and said nothing.

The face of the short-haired young man became even more ugly, and he said, "Zhou Wu, don't be careless. Mr. Lu, the leader, probably has the strength to complete the inner strength. We must join forces this time!"

The long-haired young man whom he called Zhou Wu had a cold light flashing in his narrow eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Let's join forces to kill the leader first, and then deal with these miscellaneous fish!"

"good!"

"By the way! Is there no news from Mr. Seventeen?"

"Don't worry, after we catch the old ghost of the Xue family, Mr. Seventeen and the others will definitely come!"

Zhou Wu frowned and nodded. Although his heart was a little heavy, he didn't say anything anymore. He gave a shout and his body disappeared instantly.

Seeing his movements, the middle-aged warrior who was the leader among the men in black suddenly had his eyes gleaming with semen and shouted, "Kill!"

Wow

Dozens of men in black, all walking in unison, took a step forward, and the scimitars in their hands fell instantly.

boom!

Although the strength of these people is only in the early and middle stages of Nei Jin, when they cooperate with each other, their momentum explodes and superimposes, and the power of a sword can already threaten the warriors in the late stage of Nei Jin.

This is the power of combined attack.

Like the Wu'an army that dealt with Su Bai before, with the help of the power of the battle formation and the state of internal strength, they could compete with or even suppress the transformation warriors. This relied on the superposition of power and the resonance of the battle formation.

As a force of warriors secretly cultivated by Xue Pinghai, although these people do not have the battle formation skills of Wu Anjun, they cooperate with each other very well. With the middle-aged people as the hub, they can maximize the strength of everyone.

Although Meng Sanhe Zhou

The strength of the five or two people was extremely strong, comparable to the Great Perfection of Nei Jin, but they were still suppressed by it.

"Get out of here!"

The long-haired young man named Zhou Wu had a hint of ferocity and madness in his eyes. When the rich energy and blood in his body exploded, a crescent moon sword suddenly fell down.

When the knife fell, the air seemed to be cut in half.

An illusory blood-red sword light fell instantly on the swords of several men in black.

"Crack!"

The faces of the young men in black changed suddenly, but they had no time to dodge, and the bloody sword light instantly seemed to cut into their chests.

"Chila!"

Their bodies were torn apart instantly like paper, and blood flowed across them, which was shocking.

The long-haired young man's face turned red when he slashed with the sword. It must have been quite difficult for him to use such a move.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his subordinates being killed, the middle-aged man in black, Mr. Lu, was about to split his eyes, his robes were swaying, his hands burst into golden light, and he slapped the long-haired young man down fiercely.

"Die!"

Tsk!

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on the long-haired young man's gloomy face. He showed no intention of dodge. His aura exploded, and his scimitar slashed past with bloody light in the sky.

"Blood Moon Slash!"

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man's face was full of anger, his right palm turned into a fist, and when he smashed it down, he yelled, "Open the mountain!"

boom!

His punch was like the roar of a cannon, tearing the air and roaring, and as fast as lightning, it collided with the long-haired young man Zhou Wu's bloody scimitar.

"boom!"

When a loud noise sounded, the blood light on the scimitar disappeared, but the golden light on the middle-aged man's golden gloves burst out again.

"boom!"

The long-haired young man groaned and retreated instantly, a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

But there was no anger on his face, instead the smile became even stronger.

"Meng San, it's your turn!"